This is a song about "Jimi sucks"

With a succubus who don't bust, she simply sucks,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

It sucks when your competition aint much

Your life's sucks, until you get a blowjob,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

And then i bounce like cars out in long beach

He knew my upbringing it sucks to be a leech

Saying my flow sucks but i ain't a democrat

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

And i can't help but stare, cause

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Smoking on that purple haze listening to jimi hendrix

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups